He grabbed my arm on the chain and began to cut, I was screaming in pain and he grabbed my mouth and said. "More screams. More marks." I began to quiet down. But I was still tearing up and flinching. I could handle some pain but this was terrible. He made sure every time he cut to go deep and slow. The blood was dripping on my head and down my face. He finally stopped and starting rubbing the blood in my hair. He stood back and looked at me. He ran back upstairs and brought down a mirror. He set it beside me and yelled "Stand up!!" I tried to stand up but I had to yank on the chains with my hands causing even more pain than before. He looked back a forth between me and the mirror. It was just as tall as me and was leaning on the wall. Out of no where he suddenly punched me in the face. Then he rubbed his fingers on my arm and started smearing it all over my face and clothes. He ran back upstairs. This time he took a while, then he came back down wearing my clothes and no blood on him whatsoever. "How do I look" he said laughing. Then I noticed, he looks. Like me. He saw the shocked look on my face and said "do you get it now? Your the new Geo" he was going to lock me down here and do what I did to him. At least. That's what I thought. But no, he was much worse. Days later he came back, he wouldn't even feed me food. He said I wasn't worthy of food. He brought me day old scraps and things I would vomit up later on. It just added to my hunger. Mom never noticed, I could hear her talking to him in the kitchen. He finally got his voice back and started talking to her more and more. He told her he was sick the first days he was back in the outside world. And he had amnesia so he didn't renember much. And all I could do is sit down here, and listen. And wait. And slowly rot away in this new hellish home of mine.
I spelled renember wrong on purpose. Little joke for someone. ;)
